Fantasy: The opening pushes the ages

Yang Qiu was about to get up, when he heard this, he couldn't help being taken aback, then lowered his head slightly, and looked at Xue Xiaoxuan with piercing eyes.

The beauty so close at hand made his throat move.

For Zhang Feng, the pursuit of the supreme sainthood is the highest dream.

As for him, as long as he can have a bright future with the person in front of him, even if he is dreaming, he will wake up with a smile.

This should be the difference between the two, one is idealism and the other is realism.

"If you dare to touch me, I will die in front of you immediately."

Xue Xiaoxuan couldn't understand the desire that was almost like a wild beast, and her complexion changed slightly, and she got up and took a step back.

Yang Qiu felt a little chilled out of his defensive attitude.

However, at this moment, he didn't care too much, and quickly calmed down the emotions of the person in front of him. After seeing the latter gradually stabilized, he breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, a black shadow suddenly flashed past the door.

The murderous aura of Tongtian swept along the lintel.

Yang Qiu's complexion changed suddenly, and immediately he grasped his palm, and a long knife appeared in his hand. He subconsciously stood in front of Xue Xiaoxuan, looked at the source of the murderous aura, and said angrily, "Who is here?"

A black figure slowly came out of the darkness.

I didn't see his face, even under the lights, I couldn't see his facial expression clearly, as if shrouded in a thin layer of mist.

"You are……"

"The person who killed you." Fang Yun grinned, but without seeing any movement, he turned the palm of his sleeve slightly. In an instant, a strong wind blew up, and the murderous wind swept into the room, and the lights were turned off immediately.

The inside of the house merged with the outside world, all in darkness.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Yang Qiu said solemnly, at this moment he did not forget to appease Xue Xiaoxuan.

Xue Xiaoxuan's cold voice came over, "His goal is you, so it has nothing to do with me, by the way, stay away from me, lest blood splash on my body."

Yang Qiu, who was about to be a hero to save the beauty just now, heard the words, his blood froze all over his body. In the darkness, he couldn't help sighing, and said: "You always hurt people so much when you talk, you are good in every way, but your mouth is a bit poisonous. .”

Xue Xiaoxuan didn't speak.

The majestic murderous aura is approaching.

Yang Qiu's complexion changed slightly, and he didn't care about Xue Xiaoxuan at the moment, all his attention was on attacking.

He knew that the opponent was preparing to kill him.

Before the knife was swung out, just as it touched the wind and waves, the incomparably tough blade was like paper at this moment, and suddenly broke.

bang
The air wave hit his body, and the blood flowed backwards all over his body, and then a mouthful of blood gushed out.

"Sage powerhouse..."

Yang Qiu said with a shocked expression.

I was already terrified in my heart.

"Why did you kill me? I have no grievances with you..."

"Being trusted by others is a matter of loyalty." After Fang Yun finished speaking, he turned and disappeared.

And the moment Fang Yun disappeared, Yang Qiu's body turned into spiritual light and dissipated, even the spirit disappeared without a trace.

"Falled..."

Xue Xiaoxuan looked forward in shock. In the dark night, she couldn't see her fingers, so she couldn't see things clearly and could only feel them through her five senses.

At this time, the lamp suddenly lit up.

The ground was in a mess, but at the door, Zhang Feng stood there blankly, poked his head to look inside, saw Xue Xiaoxuan in full clothes, for some reason, he breathed a sigh of relief.

After looking around, he didn't see Yang Qiu, so he asked, "Where is the holy master? Where did he go? He hasn't given me the pill he promised me..."

In the end, the eight-foot man almost choked up.

After all, he sacrificed everything just for the elixir, in order to be able to break through the holy realm and become the powerful saint whom he had been dreaming of day and night for a long time.

He has come to this point, if he loses the elixir, then he really has nothing.

"died."

Xue Xiaoxuan said with a blank face.

After seeing Zhang Feng, she had an obvious look of disgust on her face.

She knew that they could never go back to the past.

Even if nothing happened between her and Yang Qiu, these things had become a thorn in her heart, and after she saw Zhang Feng's face, she felt disgusted.

"Impossible...he is a half-step saint...how could he die so easily?"

Zhang Feng obviously didn't believe it. In his opinion, if a half-step saint power fell, at least there would be an earth-shattering battle. But just now he only felt a cold wind blowing, and the rest was nothing.

Xue Xiaoxuan didn't want to talk more with Zhang Feng, so she turned and left with a cold face.

"where are you going?"

Zhang Feng stretched out his hand to block Xue Xiaoxuan's way, and the expression of grievance was clearly on the paper again.

Xue Xiaoxuan felt nauseous for a while, and walked around Zhang Feng without even looking at it.

"I……"

Zhang Feng stretched out his palm subconsciously, wanting to do something to make up for it.

But he knew that the torn rift could no longer be repaired.

……

"What, you said the Holy Lord's soul lamp is off."

Yang Zhifeng was furious.

Yang Hao lowered his head, swallowed hard, and didn't dare to raise his head to look directly at him, his old habit of stuttering had happened again.

"Yes... yes... the villain... saw it with my own eyes..."

Yang Zhifeng rushed out, and Yang Hao hurriedly followed.

Finally, Yang Zhifeng stopped at the entrance of the ancestral hall, still daring not to move. The noise and panic in the ancestral hall already explained the problem.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Yang Hao, who was behind him, took a quick look and whispered, "Old Ancestor, why don't you go in and have a look?"

"Is that still necessary?"

Yang Zhifeng said coldly.

"Who did it, did you find out?"

"I don't know..." When he said this, Yang Hao lowered his head even more.

You must know that when the Holy Lord traveled, there was only a strong saint who secretly protected him. However, a quarter of an hour after the Holy Lord was assassinated, the saint who secretly protected him was hurriedly recalled. As far as I know, I keep saying that the Holy Master is having a good time with the wife of the Pavilion Master of Tianfeng Pavilion.

If he hadn't let him see the extinguished soul lamp, that strong saint could hardly believe that everything happened under his nose, but he didn't know anything about it.

Yang Zhifeng's face immediately turned cold when he heard that, "But what did Wentianlou do?"

Yang Hao was stunned for a moment, and then realized that there was such a problem. After thinking for a while, he shook his head and said: "It is absolutely impossible to kill a half-step saint under the nose of a saint. In today's Huangtian Territory, there is only One person can do it."

"Zhang Tianjian..."

Yang Zhifeng said subconsciously.

Yang Hao shook his head and said, "No, it's Mrs. Chen."

That's right, Chen Tai'a is a powerful holy king, a warrior who is infinitely close to the Emperor Zhun, if you want to ask who has this ability, it must be him.

but……

The question now is, do they dare to seek revenge on Chen Tai'a?